User blog comment:Cortez Firebrush/Vulpes Imperio/@comment-2006360-20111013205645/@comment-2124127-20111018093933

''The reptile pulls himself up from the watery depths, hurling the gruesomely melting head to the gravel, before sliding out of the water and onto the cold ground, watching the Guard head off for a battle he knows...And will make sure...They never return from. Chapter 1 of his mission is complete, but there's still a long way to go before he sees the emperor's head upon the Palace-Gates' spike, and before the royal flag of Vestr burns to ashes at his feet...''

''Ranka, strangely, is nowhere to be seen, and none of the Guard seem the slightest bit ready for the battle. A weasel,wearing nothing but pantaloons and an unbuckled helmet over his head, looks quizzically over at the fox from where the weasel sat at the door, a spear lying next to him'' "Wha's goin' on?"

The Captain of the Town Watch, an aging ferret standing amid a handpicked group of Watchbeasts, a pipe clamped between his teeth, gives a blackened grin, calling cheerfully to the fox as he sees hima rrive "Gudd t' see y' could come, Inquisitor! Gudd day fer a fight! Milord th' Emperor still `asn't arrived yet, but Ranka sent me a letter from our Great an' Glorious Emperor, requestin' me an' me lads assistance `ere. Seems t' be a wee rebellious fire that leads lickin' out"